February 7, 2001: Learning to locate the net

I held the thought all day…it’s obvious someone on the playing field expects more or doesn’t have a clue. My thoughts aren’t invisible—I want people to stop assuming they know how to control me. They who walk with me shall do so inside a world of peace. Close not your eyes, for your deepest thought is what matters. Moments of unrest shall steal your breath—heartbreak the size of full moons. Beneath my skin the journey still rests, to be completed before my death. The ambition isn’t to lead for my heart belongs to you father of the sky—I am the tree who protected his forest.